"Yes, I think you should accept the invitation from His Highness Princess. Because you just offended a king of the Bonaparte family and cannot make the same mistake again! In addition, if we want to return to France as soon as possible, that Princess Princess will be the best helper." Major Carls echoed, with a serious expression.

"I envy you very much when I can date a princess with a wealthy family and a noble status!" Captain Klee was obviously waiting for an opportunity to retaliate against the leader of the group, because the unlucky incident that happened to his father-in-law this morning caused him to lose a lot of francs.

"Your Highness the Princess is very beautiful, and you won't lose anything anyway." Lieutenant Reds said dullly, which made everyone laugh. Honest people usually have a reluctance.

"Sir, can you recite the poem about life again before you arrive at the appointment? I will write it down and send it to Paris, so that everyone in the noble salon can sing it." Lieutenant Charles could not get rid of the imprint of the young literary youth. As soon as these words came out, Desai, who was a little angry and embarrassed, immediately picked up the whip on the table and threw it directly on the lieutenant's head.

After driving everyone out of his room, Desai felt that the whole world had finally calmed down. Princess Polina's invitation letter was still lying in the drawer of the desk, too lazy to go and read it. Now he just wanted to rest for a while and wait for his mind to wake up before dealing with this matter.

A few minutes later, a knock on the door outside the room was Lieutenant Charles running over again. He told his lord with great excitement that another messenger came from the palace, and that Princess Polina urged Colonel Desay for the fourth time when he would come to the appointment.

...

In 1809, Europeans' evaluation of Princess Polina did not seem nice: luxurious, with three thousand faces. However, many people in later generations did not think much, but instead praised Youga. Compared to the stupidity of her sister Elisa Bonaparte and the selfishness of her sister Carolina Bonaparte, Princess Polina knew better about repaying kindness and was infinitely loyal to her brother. When Napoleon went into exile in Elba Island, Princess Polina was the only relative of the Bonaparte family to visit him except her mother.

In addition, European women who like bathing should also thank Princess Polina. Since the 16th century, religious groups have believed that the cleansing of ** is the soul-wrapped reading, because the most worshipped saints are the filthy bodies of clothes that are made into pieces. Since then, Christians have been very dirty, because the process of cleaning the body is too sexy, and dirt has become a symbol of a person's spiritual purity. "Refusing to take a bath proves a person's ability to transcend, not selfish or self-absorb."

It was precisely because of Princess Polina's "set by example" that she advocated no less than twice a day that the originally declining European "bathhouse culture" began again among the French upper nobles. In the late Napoleon era, in many salons and court dances in Paris, those gorgeous ladies no longer sprayed a lot of perfume to cover up the unpleasant body odor caused by their long-term failure to take a bath.

These are all gossip news that Yang Desai heard from his peers when he was doing business in Paris. At that time, he seemed to fantasize about meeting this advocate of the "Modern Women's Cleaning Movement". Unexpectedly, when he returned to 1809, the opportunity actually came. The only regret was that he was not taking the initiative, but "forced to be invited."

At 6 pm, led by the palace servants, Desai passed through Piazza Almeria, stepped onto the large steps, entered the interior of the Madrid Palace, followed by the left hand, passed several corridors and up and down steps, and came to the hall on the third floor on the south side of the palace, waiting quietly.

Desai is located in the "Little Mirror Gallery" of the Royal Palace of Madrid, which was made by King Joseph following the imitation of the Mirror Hall of the Palace of Versailles. Of course, its decoration scale and luxury are much "simple" than that of the Mirror Hall of the Palace of Versailles. The decoration of the "Little Mirror Gallery" of the Royal Palace of Madrid is also mainly decorated with gold and mirrors, and is equipped with a large crystal chandelier. As long as it stands in the center, it can reflect different self from each mirror. Unfortunately, in 1814, after the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty in Spain, the "Little Mirror Gallery" was ordered to be demolished by King Ferdinand, who had just come to power.

Facing the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of him, Desai re-took his appearance. Because it was a private date, Colonel Desai did not wear the Nei-Guard uniform that represented his identity, but instead wore a noble blue hunting outfit, with gold lace on the collar, golden tassels on the cuffs, and buttons emitting gem light, making the owner in gorgeous clothes both elegant and noble, deep and restrained, romantic and free.

Ten minutes later, the hostess in the house still did not summon Desai in. The colonel who had been "decorating yellow in the mirror" felt too bored, his steps moved and his eyes wandered around. Whenever he encountered a rare treasure from the palace, he was thinking about how much the thing was worth? Can he take one or two of them out?

Even though he had plundered many artistic treasures in Zaragoza, Desai still felt that the luxury on Champs Elysees was too shabby and needed more famous paintings and antiques to set off the noble taste of the Count of the Empire. Unfortunately, everything in front of him was just thinking about it. Even if King Joseph gave it to him, Desai did not dare to ask for it.

The clock in the "Little Mirror Gallery" has been shown at 6:35, and Desai stayed here for almost half an hour. Although his expression and behavior were still calm, he cursed the unmasked Princess Polina in his heart. Even if he is a duck, he has the dignity of being a duck. Moreover, the current Earl of Desai is still a duck with a good price.

At this moment, footsteps sounded in the house. The door leading to the "Little Mirror Gallery" opened, and a palace maid walked out, stood outside the door, and invited him to enter the Count Desay.

Desai nodded gracefully to the maid, and under the guidance of the latter, he entered the reception room. The blazing bonfire that had already lit up in the fireplace and more than twenty candlelights on the chandelier warmed the entire room together. After Desai entered the room, he had already withdrawn by himself and closed the door of the guest room. At this time, there was only a lying woman and a standing man, and the two were facing each other.

Desai saw a beautiful lady looking at herself with a smile on the ancient simple sofa lounge chair. She sat half-sitted and half-lying, leaning on her right elbow, her body was plump and round, her ankles were exposed, and her close silk robe was scattered casually, revealing her snow-white breasts, her body was slightly bent, her legs were put together, pretending to be shy. She held a golden apple symbolizing love and honor in her hand. All of this was a lifelike reproduction of the beauty god Venus, a picture of a beauty lying horizontally that could make any man fascinated.

This is a live-action statue of "Venus"!

Desai looked straight and felt his tongue start to spasm, and his throat made strange noises. He could use his cuffs to stop the saliva flowing out, but he could not control the movement of the majestic outline, revealing a living perverted look. He originally wanted to dress up the reserve of a talented poet, but when he thought of Princess Polina's own style of doing things, he decided to give up, so his slightly exaggerated original expression was fully displayed.

Polina burst into laughter. She had seen too much about the man who was obsessed with her body. Even a young count wearing the title of poet was destined to be her guest of her own curtain tonight, and she had ended her chastity for three months.

"Tell me, my respected Count, or the future General Desay. If life deceived you, was it you who wrote the poem yourself?" Polina's eyes flashed and she was filled with light.

"Yes, your noble Highness!" Desai replied shamelessly, "In fact, I have sold the copyright in Spain to the Madrid Times."

Polina smiled and stopped asking. She put down the golden apple in her hand and laid her hands behind her head. Her body was concave and convex, making people see it and savor a sense of rhythm.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course, my princess, your beauty makes Troy's Helen feel ashamed." Desai exclaimed sincerely. He unbuttoned the ribbon on his waist, which represented the identity of aristocratic, quickly stepped forward, half-kneeled on the side of the bed, kissed his bare ankles, then went upstream, and then to his toned calves, and the richness...

The rolling golden apple blocked the man's shameless marching route, and the woman began to say, "Recite poetry for me, it must be written for me alone, and it is not allowed to be sold to others!"

Polina curled up her legs, her eyes closed slightly, and enjoyed a moment of tranquility before the storm.

Desai moved his lips away in disappointment. He sat on the Persian carpet and began to chant Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" loudly, but his hands were unhonest and slid freely on the woman's soft and smooth skin. When the sentence "Winter is coming, will spring be far away?" ended, one hand was already peeking into the Peach Blossom Land.

"Bang!" Polina gently tapped his right hand, "I heard the passionate and generous revolution, but it would make blood rush out of my chest. How miserable, please write a lyric poem with lingering emotions for me."

Fortunately, I was prepared this day, so I didn't have to work hard to search my stomach. Soon, after some pretentious contemplation, Desai recited the words of Paul Eluya, a master of modern French love poetry, "I have no other wish except to love you. A storm filled the valley, and a fish filled the river..."

Obviously, Polina was very satisfied with this love poem with fresh and soft style, simple and simple style, and full of folk songs. Even when she felt Desai's claws flexibly climbing her white peaks and teasing them unbridledly, she did not interfere. Instead, she was soft and silver-sounding.

The water had already reached the channel. Desai stood up, bent down, sucked the woman's mouth with her hot lips, and then bit her cheeks and neck frantically. The man's masculinity swept through Polina's whole body, causing her defense to completely fall.

When the love reaches the thick place, the stream is gurgling in the source of flowers.

The woman did not struggle or resist, and hugged Desai's waist with her back hands. Soon, her dexterous hands were already analyzing the metal buttons of the man's hunting suit. Soon, another real picture appeared in the messy house: Adam and Eve meeting each other.

"Come on, come and love me!"

Two hot naked bodies superimposed and squirmed with each other, Polina moaned happily. She was no longer a noble and elegant imperial princess, but just a beautiful thing under a man's crotch, enjoying the joy of love... (Omit N thousand words, it will be troublesome to write again)

Two hours later, when Polina was soaking again in the milk bath, Desai was walking out of the palace. Outside the palace square, Adjutant Charles, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward and surrounded Colonel Desai and asked.

"How is it, how does it taste?"

"It's amazing!"

"Then, sir, please give me a copy of the poem for tonight?" Lieutenant Charles asked pitifully.

"Don't even think about it!" Occasionally, he acted as a novice and plagiarized celebrity poems once or twice. He had to make a living by relying on this. Desai had no intention of doing so. He waved his horse whip and scared away the adjutant who was still entangled, turned over and returned to the Earl's Manor.
Chapter completed!